Journal Entry One
Jun. 22nd, 2012 04:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cordelisseI didn't expect zombies. The vision was unclear enough that I thought it simply meant the dangers of the wreckage of a city I've found myself in. I was wrong. Very, very wrong. Never been so thankful for a sword before. I know they're not people anymore... but I've never killed before.
Not like that.
I've heard whispers from the few survivors I've come across. The ones that haven't tried to kill me or rob me, anyway. Whispers of camps outside the city. I don't know of anything else I can do... except head to one of them.
North. I think I'm going North.
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Not like that.
I've heard whispers from the few survivors I've come across. The ones that haven't tried to kill me or rob me, anyway. Whispers of camps outside the city. I don't know of anything else I can do... except head to one of them.
North. I think I'm going North.
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